Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 807

Chapter 807 Helicopter to the Island

“I look a mess to go out like this,” Cláudia mumbled.

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Harold guided her forward. “Why do you care what anyone else thinks? As long as your husband likes it, that’s all that matters.”

Claudia glanced at the man holding her hand.

As long as your husband likes it… He likes it.

Her heart skipped a beat.

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When they reached the downstairs living room, Zander was already gone. Harold had arranged for the boy to be taken to an amusement park early that morning, making sure they wouldn’t be disturbed.

Damian was finishing his breakfast at the table, and Isabelle had just emerged slowly from her bedroom.

Noticing Harold pulling a flushed Claudia along, Damian called out, “Harold.”

“Dad” Harold replied.

Claudia tugged self–consciously at her clothes. “Morning.”

Damian gave her a kind look. “Sweetheart, cover your ears for a second, would you?”

Confused but compliant, Claudia placed her hands over her ears.

Damian then cupped his own mouth discreetly–so she couldn’t read his lips–and spoke quietly to Harold. Harold’s brow furrowed slightly.

Watching him, Claudia got the distinct feeling he was being scolded again.

A moment later, Harold took her hand and led her out toward the back porch.

“What did your dad say?” Claudia asked once they were outside.

Harold glanced at her. “He said I was a lucky dog who’d found a beautiful rose. Told hardass all the time.”

me to treat you right and

quit being such a

Claudia couldn’t help but laugh softly.

Then Harold asked, his tone casual, “Am I a hardass?”

“Sometimes,” she admitted, her palms growing damp.

Most of the time, Harold was perfectly fine with her. But lately, once night fell, it was like a switch flipped, and his rougher side

came out.

“Hmph.” Harold seemed to read her mind. “Not happy with how things go in bed?”

Claudia startled, quickly glancing around to ensure no one was within earshot before letting out a relieved breath.

She simply shook her head, not daring to voice an answer.

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Chapter 807 Helicopter to the Island

Harold didn’t press

further.

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Damian’s earlier words were stiltechoing in his head.

His father had found out that Harold let Zander sleep in their room the previous night and had been simmering since breakfast.

“Claudia’s barely in her twenties,” Damian had said a hushed, stem tone.“She’s still figuring herself out, and you’re pushing her into a mother role already. Try to keep Zander’s needs off her plate as much as you can. This house is full of people who can help. Don’t dump that responsibility on a young woman.

“She doesn’t know the full story of the past. She’s with you now out of gratitude for what you did that’s not the same as genuinely choosing to be a stepmom.

“She’s kind to Zander because she married you. She doesn’t have to love him. She doesn’t have to be his mother. She’s doing it for your sake. 1

“But don’t kid yourself into thinking it doesn’t cost her anything. What happens when you two have children of your own?”

Damian wasn’t wrong.

His point was clear: if Zander needed to cry, let him cry. Let him work through his feelings now so he’d be more adjusted later.

Eventually, the boy would have to face reality: Harold and Claudia weren’t his biological parents. Raising him was an act of generosity in itself. (3)

Sometimes, Damian even felt Claudia had settled by marrying Harold–and on top of that, she got an instant family.

For a fleeting moment, he’d almost wished Harvey had been the one to marry her instead.

Harold had turned the words over in his mind before finally leading Claudia through the backyard and out the rear gate.

Behind the estate was a private helipad. A helicopter stood waiting, blades still.

A small styling team was already assembled nearby.

Claudia froze in place, then turned to Harold with wide eyes. “Your family owns a helicopter?”

A faint smile touched Harold’s lips.

They had breakfast onboard the aircraft. Afterward, Claudia sat for hair and makeup.

Harold watched her the entire time.

To Claudia, he looked like some stern military officer interrogating a detainee, searching for clues in her expression. He didn’t seem willing to glance away for even a second.

She avoided meeting his gaze, Every time their eyes accidentally locked, flashes of the whispered, wicked things he’d said to her the night before rushed back.

He really didn’t seem like someone lacking experience.

Harold didn’t want to stare, but he couldn’t help himself.

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